I'll find strength in pain and I will change my ways.
Stones to throw at my creator, massacres to which I cater. You don't need to bother. I don't need to be. I'll keep slipping further, but once I hold on, I won't let go 'till it bleeds. I wish I had a reason my flaws are open season. For this I gave up trying... one good turn deserves my dying.
My pain is mine, it's become my friend with time.
One more day down these stairs, his room is cold now and it hurts like hell. He holds tight, he stares- it's almost over and it's running through his head: They don't know me. They don't know more than I show.
I might drive myself insane.
...I wanted you to know that I LOVE the way you laugh. I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well.
And so this part of my life draws to a close. I am not bitter and I do not wish them ill. I have a right to my sadness and it will pass. I hope for the best for them, because the best is all she deserves.
And if I'm not the best, so be it. Life goes on.
Codename_Phobos · Wed Aug 24, 2011 @ 06:21am · 0 Comments |